Another Tuscarora Tale My neighbor said, “They were gathered…a thousand swallows.  Last Wednesday.  Where were you?  You missed it.  Now...

Spatchcock the Turkey Lately, I’ve had the thought  I could have been a butcher.  I wonder why you don’t see many women butchers.   Is it...

Here’s a description of the class in the 2012 Cowboy Poetry program. However, it doesn’t mention that Roy’s business partner, Bernice...

Another Tuscarora Tale June 21, 2012 Tuscarora, Nevada      I went to the post office to see if Julie, the postmistress, needed  anything...

Don’t Be a Stranger I have been thinking about Nevada women in the Forties and Fifties who lived in godforsaken places:  remote ranches,...

Skipping       I was visiting her in her room at the assisted living facility, and she was reminiscing about her college days at Utah...

My Dad and I Ride in the Rain        Maybe it is the golden autumn light or my November birthday.  Whatever the reason, November takes me...

We get to a certain age and realize we are the old-timers.  Some of our stories seem like chronicles from another century.  They are.  My...

In the early 1950’s we spent five summers on a sheep outfit my father managed near the Flattops, a unique mountain range in northern...

In April 2012, I went on my first trip abroad.  Having turned seventy, I was in no mood to delay anything. My sixtyish sister was...

One of my clearest, actually, one of my fondest childhood memories was of riding the gut sledge to the dump a mile or so from the 71...

The winter of 1946, Dad was managing  a small outfit on the southwest flank of the Ruby Mountains, five miles from the hamlet of Lee,...

​I won. I think my mother gave up  because she was tired of the routine, dragging a truculent, dusty twelve-year-old  to a piano lesson....

Yet Another Lady with a Pet Dog I knew a woman who owned a devoted dog.  With floppy ears and big paws, this shaggy mix of mongrel and...

Another Tuscarora Tale I wrote this piece in Tuscarora on Memorial Day 2013.         Lilac bushes withstand winters here, but not every...

Over the loudspeaker, “Christmas party radiology conference room at noon.” We chipped in for cold cuts, brought goodies-- deviled eggs,...

Sobrina mia, this  woman, the activity director, she’s a crazy lady. Last Christmas she gave guns to the old men and baby dolls to the...

A few night’s ago, I watched a re-run of  Titanic.   The scene where Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio steam up a roadster did nothing...

From 1942-1947 Dad managed a small cattle outfit in the western foothills of the Ruby Mountains near Lee, Nevada. It was his first job as...

In the fall of 1956, my friend Karen Toothman and I met Ernest Hemingway at the bar of the Stockman’s Hotel in Elko, Nevada.  My friend’s...